Rolling Up The Sleeves Of Time Poem by Sarah Mkhonza

It is time to roll up the sleeves of time and get to work for time does not
Have a reverse gear. Nor does it have a neutral and parking one that allows
You to rest on your laurels.

Inventing slumberland did not help Alice in Wonderland for the rules of the two were different. Sons and daughters of wonder lost on the
Streets in the land of sons and daughters of slumber for when they
Woke up and the bus to Wonderland had
Left them behind.

Who said people do not sleep in Wonderland? Those who slumber and
Not roll up the sleeves of time
Will always invent stories about
A land they do not know for it is
On engaging in its delight that
It lets you into the mysteries it holds force
The sons and daughters of time.

It does not come easy to the
Citizens of the land to know
That rules or no rules,
Road signs or no road signs
Time marches on for its sleeves
Are on the master sleeve roll
And never on the AIFA roll.